I Am the God of Games Chapter 132: No Survivors

Chapter 132: No Survivors

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

What should you do when you run into a tsunami?

Although there are actually no right answers, holding their hands over their heads was clearly not the Players’ style.

In reality, Marni and the others weren’t too far from the Frogn Village, and they just might reach it before the tsunami arrived.

After that, they only had to use the Lifestone in the Frogn Village and teleport to the Unnad Town or Lancaster for salvation, since most tsunamis would only extend several miles from the coast. It would definitely not reach the Unnad Town which was dozens of miles away, much less Lancaster which was half a mile away.

In fact, many other Players apart from Ivan and Marni had intended to do that, with every last one of them dashing wildly towards the village as well.

But Marni suddenly rembered one serious problem.

“Don’t run off!” He yelled at the Players who had yet to escape. “The Frogn who haven’t contracted with us can’t be revived! Half of them would die if the tsunami hits their village directly!”

The other Players only realized that thanks to Marni’s warning.

And yet, humans who had yet to reach the level of legend were insignificant in the presence of such natural calamity.

Even though Xi Wei had ntioned in the Players’ Class Manual that Tide Callers could stir tsunamis, that skill was a late-ga technique which demanded high player-level. Moreover, even if there was a Player who could cast it, man-made tsunamis would still be dull in comparison to natural ones.

After all, as a sub-deity to the Ocean God, the Aquatic Lord’s power only involves the sea by the slightest of fractions. It ultimately wasn’t his job, and since the power that Xi Wei plundered was a defective version in the first place, it was impressive that he could use that aspect and independently create the Tide Caller class. As such, there was no way he could excessively pursue strength...

“That’s true, but what should we do?” The other Players turned instinctively, their eyes fixing upon Marni. “Our strength alone is impossible to stop that massive tide, right?”

“Calm down. We are not fighting the tsunami—we just have to weaken the wave hitting the village!”

The truth was that Marni did not have experience dealing with tsunamis either, but being the Players’ temporary leader, he shouldn’t be blundering around. “Do it as usual: warriors up front and cast every defensive skill, anything you could block counts. Clerics stay behind, buff HP and cast skills. Every other class, fire everything at the wave. Don’t spare any mana!”

He didn’t make everything clear, but the other players basically knew what he was talking about.

They were going to die there. The force of the tsunami was nothing to be fooled around with, and chances to survive were beyond fractional. In fact, it was possible their effort might all an nothing.

The other Players might not reach here in ti to revive them either, which ant they were all definitely going to be locked up for three days in that little dark hut.

Nevertheless, none of the Players ran away.

The Frogn Village was an ally of Church of the God of Gas, and many frogn had already dedicated the latter half of their lives to Players as their followers, contributing however they could in their adventures.

As such, the Players should protect the Frogn Village be it out of sentint or reason.

Perhaps their effort might be of no use, but in the very least, they must stand before the village and strive to protect it right now.

Icepicks, fireballs, chain lightning—without regard for effectiveness, all the Players who had yet to change their class were pouring out their spells at the supermassive tide bearing down on them, ready to devour heaven and earth.

At the sa ti, Players who had changed class to Tide Callers were all casting skills like water gun, water cannons, hydro pump, or summoning cyclones to do whatever they could in weakening the force of the tide. It was just a pity that as the tide lood ever closer, it was not even reduced in height—not one bit.

When the tide was about two-hundred ters away, the Clerics raised a radiant sacred shield as far ahead as they could. But even if they were imasurably reliable against normal foes, it was promptly overloaded and crushed the mont the tide touched it, reduced to countless triangular fragnts that faded within the tide.

“Jarvis!”

Marni cried, and a cool golden-red set of steel armor imdiately enveloped his body as he led the Warrior-class Players to raise the last line of defense with their very own bodies.

Be it in their mind or that their determination turned out to be useful, the tide seed to slow down every little bit.

Nevertheless, the Warrior Players all had their HP bars emptied in the very next instant. Their sturdy armor was hamred and flattened by the enormous force of the tide, while their bodies were blasted away and caught in the undercurrents as nothing more as waste.

Marni’s sturdy full-body armor did not last long either, since his armor was not so steel battle armor equipped with quantum anti-shock capacity that could divert the terrible montum from the tsunami tide, which in turn reduced him to minceat covered in iron. In fact, he was the first to die since he had valiantly stayed ahead of the rest of the players.

Naturally, the Players of every other class did not flinch. As the tide approached and they were awash under the profound soul-crushing might of nature and every part of their bodies shuddered, they forced out every last bit of their strength to cast their last skill.

In the end, the thirty-three players outside the Frogn Village all died without retreating in their battle against their invincible foe, the tsunami.

And thanks to their effort, the frogn were only injured thanks to their experience with tsunamis and preparations, even though their village was left devastated. As more Players rushed to the scene, even the critically injured were rescued with no casualties!

“Your nas shall be rembered and your accomplishnts known eternally!”

There were a million things waiting to be done in the Frogn Village after the tsunami struck. The Frogman Elder stood wobbly atop the conch roof, mourning the Players who died valiantly.

anwhile, those sa honored players were raising hell in the forums. They didn’t want such honors because it felt like they had really died, and it was better to give them so ga currency and EXP as rewards in return.

But even as the other Players were making noise as always, Angora had hurried back to the unnad town and visited the Frogn Village for the first ti.

He felt that sothing wasn’t right.

“This is quite a big deal, but why didn’t the God of Gas react at all?”

He looked out at the distant sea even as those misgivings clouded his mind, noticing then that sothing had appeared over the sea surface that should have been flat...

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